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The image of the fully clothed male doctor examining a naked female patient has always been incredibly erotic to me. The thought of my beautiful girlfriend being thus examined increases this eroticism; bringing out feelings of jealousy and protectiveness, mixed with pride and a perverse desire to show her off. I've always secretly wished to be able to accompany her and watch while she strips for and is examined by her doctor, but have never found an appropriate situation in which to realize this fantasy. Nor have I had the nerve to even discuss this rather prurient desire with my fairly conventional girlfriend.

I still have never been in the examination room with her; but during her annual physical last week my desires were satisfied beyond my wildest dreams, in a manner I hadn't expected.

My girlfriend Elizabeth, Beth for short, is a strikingly attractive woman. At 32 she still has a young look about her, clear skinned and fresh faced. Of middle height with light brown shoulder length hair and dark blue eyes, she has large breasts and ample hips. She's put on a little weight over the years, as most of us have; but it is evenly distributed, giving her a slight voluptuousness which complements her appearance as an attractive woman in her prime.

Beth had to change doctors 2 years ago when her old doctor retired. She likes her new doctor very much, but has mentioned to me that his office is often very busy, to the point of being hectic on occasions. Apart from long waits, this in itself would not be so bad; but the layout of the office itself, combined with the doctor's out-of-date style of patient draping, has made her uncomfortable during some of her visits.

When I questioned her on this subject in the past I've encountered a somewhat embarrassed reluctance to discuss details; but she has admitted to me that her main dislike about the doctor's system is the need for patients to sometimes have to leave the examination room, in a state of undress, and go to another room for a procedure. These little trips are often visible to people sitting in the waiting area. She quickly added that such exposures are usually brief and that the doctor maintains such an air of professionalism that the whole office is pervaded by it, including the other patients and visitors.

I did not press her for more details at the time, but I determined to accompany her on her next visit. Then, last Monday, she announced that her annual physical was scheduled for Friday afternoon, and that she was taking half the day off from work. I told her that I had been planning to leave work early myself on Friday, and suggested that I could meet her at the doctors' and we could go out to dinner afterwards, she being required not to eat much before the exam. Beth was surprised and hesitated slightly at my offer; then overcame whatever inner reluctance she was experiencing and agreed, figuring I suppose that medical exams were part of life, and that if I did catch a glimpse of her undressed, I wouldn't be seeing anything I hadn't seen before.

Friday arrived and I left work about noon and headed for the downtown office building in which Beth's doctor's office was located. I wanted to arrive well before her so that we could go in together, to ensure that I wouldn't miss any opportunity that presented itself. I knew that I might just be spending the next few hours in a crowded waiting room reading old magazines, but I was brimming with excitement nonetheless. Even if I saw absolutely nothing, the idea of sitting in a waiting room and knowing that, just down the hall or behind that door, my lovely girlfriend was undressing and being seen by another man would give me an odd thrill.

I arrived at the entrance to the building and waited a long 15 minutes before I spotted Beth walking down the sidewalk towards me. She gave me a smile and a wave when she saw me, and I was both proud and excited at how attractive she looked. Since she was coming straight from work she was dresses in smart, conservative business attire: Neatly pressed dark gray slacks, matching jacket, white silk blouse and black low-heeled shoes. I gave her a quick kiss and we entered the building together. We took the elevator to the sixth floor and turned left down a corridor lined with medical offices. I was savoring the feeling of walking along next to my well-dressed girlfriend, knowing that shortly she would have to remove her clothing for another man. When we got to a door marked 'Dr. William Shiffman', Beth opened it and I followed her inside.

Coming through the door we were facing down a short corridor with a small waiting room extending to our right. The area we could see was shaped like an 'L' with a fat base, the waiting room being the base. There were chairs along the two walls and two short rows of seats facing across the corridor. A receptionist sat behind a high counter to the right of the corridor. The wall starting at the entrance and running down the left side of the corridor contained a series of doors. These doors led to three examination rooms and a patients' bathroom. The door to exam room #1 was actually in the waiting room itself, followed by the toilet and then exam rooms 2 and 3. The doctor's office was behind the receptionist's station, his door across from the middle exam room. At the end of the corridor was the x-ray cubicle, directly opposite the front door. The whole effect was of a slightly cramped but efficient use of limited space, which gave a "we're all in this together fell" to the whole office.

The waiting room was very crowded. Beth walked across to the receptionist, a young perky blonde; while I found us 2 seats and sat down to survey the crowd. The room was filled with a wide mix of ages and types. Most people seemed to be there alone, with at least two obvious couples, an attractive 20 something pair and one couple in their mid 60's. Men outnumbered women by at least 3-1. Beth finished with the receptionist and walked over to sit next to me, drawing a few admiring glances from some of the men. She leaned over to whisper in my ear, and her sweet, feminine scent washed over me. "It's going to be a long wait" she said, which was obvious given the number of people in the room. Picking up a magazine, I idly thumbed thru it, but was more interested in taking in the routine of the office.

Patient's names were called by the nurse; a pretty redhead in her mid 30's dressed in light blue hospital scrubs and white sneakers. She would then accompany the patient to one of the exam rooms and go in with them, coming out shortly after performing a few preliminary tests; height, weight, blood pressure, etc. She seemed to be constantly on the move from room to room, busy but cheerful, with a loud, authoritative voice. There was some sort of medical technician who operated the x-ray and also the EKG machine, which was on a small cart and had to be pushed from one exam room to another when it was needed. He was a small, dark, Eastern European type with a tin moustache, and he wore a long white medical coat. Since not ever patient needed these tests he was out of sight for long periods of time. Finally there was Dr. Shiffman himself, very distinguished in his white coat and matching white hair. He moved deliberately between the exam rooms and his office, looking very fit for an older man and exuding an air of calm confidence.

It appeared to be a normal, busy doctor's office, but with 2 unusual exceptions. The first being that due to it's cozy design, when the doors to the examination rooms were opened or closed, some or all of the people in the waiting room could see inside. The degree to which one could look in varied with each room. Exam room #3 in the back offered only a very limited view to a few well positioned people. The middle room offered a partial but decent view for many. Exam room #1 however, whose door was actually in the waiting room itself, gave a total view to anyone who cared to look in when the door was opened, and a partial view inside for many even when the door was left slightly ajar, as I soon realized often happened in the hustle and bustle of the busy office. Most of us in the waiting room observed this and knew that the polite thing to do was not to look in. But as the expression goes, "The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak", not all of us could overcome normal curiosity or plain old voyeurism.

The second thing that set this office apart was much more startling. From time to time the nurse would come and escort a patient to the toilet or the x-ray room. This in itself would not be exceptional, except that it exposed, literally, the unconventional dress code Dr. Shiffman had for his patients.

My introduction to the unusual display came when an older man exited the middle exam room, accompanied by the nurse, and walked down the corridor towards the bathroom. I could hardly believe my eyes; the man was completely naked! Well almost; he held some sort of white towel against his ample belly, which covered his private parts but left his backside totally exposed! I glanced around the waiting room expecting to see equally astonished expressions on everyone's' faces, but was surprised to see most people paying only casual attention to the man's startling, pink bareness. As he entered the bathroom, the nurse asked him to provide a urine sample and, handing him a cup, pulled the door shut and left to take care of other business. After a minute he re-emerged, naked as a babe, clutching the drape in one hand and holding his pee cup in the other. He padded barefoot over to the reception counter where he set down his specimen, then turned and walked back down the corridor to his exam room, his bare back and hairy ass totally revealed to any who cared to look.

Startled, I turned to my girlfriend for an explanation. With a small sigh of resignation, she explained to me in detail Dr. Shiffman's system.

When a patient was taken in to the examination room, he or she was told by the nurse to take off all of their clothing, including their underwear. Patients were required to be completely naked for their examinations. They are given a papery type drape about the size of a small towel which they can hold in front of their bare bodies if they feel modest and if the doctor is not examining the parts they are covering. After the first few visits, most patients, reassured by Dr. Shiffman's professional manner, dispense with the drape in the privacy of the exam room. When the patient must go out into the hallway however, they all reach for the drape and hold it pressed against their front. They may also slip on their shoes if they wish, as the tile floor can be cold. Of course this leaves their backs (and backsides) totally exposed; but the attitude of the doctor and his staff, which soon spreads to his patients as well, is "so what, we're all made the same back there". That leaves the visitors in the waiting room to adapt to this philosophy as best they can; which they do with varying amounts of success. Some manage total nonchalance, some politely look away, some sneak short peeks, and some can't help but openly stare.

I now understood my girlfriend 's reluctance to discuss the details of her exams with me in the past. It was one of those things where you had to be there to understand. The mood of respectful camaraderie that prevailed in this office made these brief exposures seem minor and almost friendly. They were just accepted; no big deal. I thought about it for a while and decided that I was fine with it. Then I realized that I was fine with it as long as it was someone else who was being exposed. How would I feel when it was my beautiful girlfriend, undressed and on display to a crowded waiting room filled with men? The image forming in my mind of this scene gave me a genuine shock. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks; and this before anything had actually happened!

This was not the scenario I had hoped for. I would not be able to be in the room with Beth, watching while the doctor examined her. Instead, I would be on the outside looking in, just one of many who might steal a peek through an opening or closing door. Or more shockingly, I would be sitting here surrounded by other men, watching my girlfriend parading nakedly up and down the corridor right in front of us.

Now I felt my bold excitement of this morning start to fade. My fantasy had slipped from my control, and I found myself feeling very protective of my girlfriend 's modesty. But I was having the right feelings at the wrong time. There was no way to affect what would happen next without drawing additional attention to Beth, and maybe embarrassing her more. Since she had been here before and was willing to accept these unconventional arrangements, she had obviously made her peace with them, in order to continue with a doctor she liked. I was the one who had a problem with it!

I determined to sit in silence and suffer, along with her, whatever small indignities she might be put through. I tried to convince myself that maybe it wouldn't be so bad. After all, most of the patients never left their exam rooms; and could be viewed only slightly, or not at all, through the opening and closing doors. But I also realized that most of the patients were not here for full physicals, the most comprehensive of all exams, requiring the widest array of tests and procedures. The best I could probably hope for was that Beth would get the rear examination room, farthest from prying eyes.

At that moment, almost as if on cue, the door to the rear room opened and the nurse came out, followed by the young husband whom I noticed earlier sitting with his girlfriend. He was a good-looking man with sandy hair and a trim body; but he looked absolutely mortified to be walking nude alongside the nurse in her blue uniform. His cheeks seemed to redden even more as the unusual pair approached the eyes of the mixed crowd in the waiting room. Holding the drape at his waist, he stood there with his small, bare ass hanging out as the nurse opened the door for him and gave him his embarrassing instructions. As he turned to go into the toilet, his drape swung forward and we were given a brief glimpse of his sandy pubic bush and his dangling pink penis and testicles. A few minutes later he came out, put his sample on the counter, and walked stiffly back up the corridor. I glanced over at his girlfriend and found her looking appreciatively at his naked buns. She then looked around the room accusingly, to see if any of the other women were shameless enough to check out her husband's tush.

As he disappeared back into his room, it occurred to me that so far, all of the patients who had to go to other rooms for procedures had been men. Perhaps a double standard of modesty was in effect here, and women would not be required to leave their examination rooms with only the inadequate drape to cover their nakedness. At least I could hope.

The long wait for my girlfriend to be called stretched on. Various patients were called in and others left. New patients kept coming into the office, keeping it quite crowded. Only one other patient, a very wrinkled old man, made the naked trip down the corridor; this time to the x-ray room at the far end. In deference to his age and the unattractive appearance he made, almost everyone averted their eyes. We were able to easily look into the near examination room if we so desired; but I found myself deliberately not looking when the door opened, getting into the spirit of the office. Of course there were only men in there up to now, and one embarrassingly fat older woman, but I was still somewhat proud of myself for controlling my usually wandering eyes. I glanced over at Beth sitting next to me, prim and proper in her gray suit, her nose buried in a magazine. She looked so respectable, it seemed almost impossible to me that she might be put through any of the same indignities these lesser beings were forced to suffer.

"Elizabeth Harris?" the nurse inquired in her loud manner. That brought me out of my reverie and instantly to attention. 'Here we go', I thought, and felt my heart racing with excitement.

Beth promptly rose and, giving me a 'see you later' smile, walked smartly over to the nurse. "This way Elizabeth", said the nurse; gesturing, to my utter horror, to the nearest examination room! With a sinking feeling in my gut, I watched as the nurse opened the door to exam room #1. The door was directly opposite the seats, actually in the waiting room itself. As the nurse held the door open, Beth strode past her and into the room, her heels clicking loudly on the tile floor. The nurse followed her inside and gave the door a shove behind her to close it.

The shove was not quite hard enough however; the door made contact with the frame and bounced back a little, leaving it slightly ajar. Neither nurse nor patient noticed this little accident, but I certainly did, as did the men sitting on either side of me. Even though the door was barely open it was enough, given the closeness of the room and our angle of view, for about 3 or 4 of us to see the area where my Beth was standing. The waiting room was very quiet at that moment, and we could clearly hear the nurse's voice in the exam room.

"You've been here before Elizabeth, so you are familiar with our procedures. Get undressed, everything off; then get on the scale and we'll get you weighed."

So here was my girlfriend standing just a short distance away, looking very dignified in her business suit, in full view of myself and 3 strange men, and we all hear her instructed to take off all her clothes. And now the most amazing thing of all happens; she proceeds to do just that!

Beth is standing there almost directly facing us but turned slightly to the right. As she raises her hands and starts to undo the buttons of her jacket, I can feel my heart beating faster. Taking off the jacket, she reaches for one of a number of hangers from a hook on the wall and carefully hangs it up. She quickly unbuttons her blouse and slips it off, revealing the creamy skin of her bare arms and upper body; contrasting with her very white and very full brassiere. Beth stands there in her white bra, gray slacks and black shoes, as she puts the blouse on a hanger.

My girlfriend seems to be in a hurry to get her clothes off, unaware that 4 men are watching her strip thru the open door. She kicks off her shoes and stands barefoot on the cool floor, not having worn any stockings today. Next she undoes the zipper on her hip and allows her stylish pants to slide down her smooth legs, gracefully stepping out of them.

Now wearing only a white bra and matching panties, she neatly folds and hangs her slacks, giving us a nice long look at her in her underwear. Clothed, Beth's extra weight is well hidden, but seen in her undies; she is a bit fleshy; especially around her full bosom, hips and belly. Her overall aspect is one of voluptuousness; and judging from the goggle-eyed stare of the man on my right, it was having its' effect.

The moment of truth has now arrived. Without hesitation, my girlfriend reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. Shrugging her bare shoulders forward, the brassiere falls away from her body and Beth's big heavy breasts tumble forward in all their naked glory. I was embarrassed for my girlfriend, but I also felt proud of her beautiful, white titties with their ruby nipples. Beth's bounty wobbled sexily as she moved to hang up the bra.

Facing forward again, bare breasted, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her panties, paused for a quick breath, and in one easy motion pulled her underpants down. Beth's naked tits hung free, her nipples pointing at the floor as she leaned forward to gracefully step out of her empty panties. She picked them up and stood there totally, gloriously nude; the thatch of brown pubic hair between her legs startlingly exposed. The view of her standing there naked as God made her; my modest and dignified girlfriend, tits, pussy, everything on display; was literally breathtaking. What a world class treat for the other men who could see her, I thought. I was angry about these strangers getting a free show, but I must admit I was a little turned on about it too.

Just then, before me and my fellow voyeurs got over our initial shock at Beth's accidental exposure and could really concentrate on her charms, the nurse noticed that the door was ajar and quickly shut it. You could almost hear a moan of disappointment sweep through the waiting room. The other men, like little boys caught peeking in the girl's locker room, guiltily picked up their magazines and pretended to be interested in them. But I knew that their hearts' were in the examination room with my girlfriend, imagining her just on the other side of the door, unclothed, mother naked, bare-assed, in the raw, au natural, in..., well, you get the picture.

It had been sort of thrilling to have my girlfriend exposed in front of other men, but it was also humiliating; and I felt that I'd had enough excitement for one day. I hoped that Beth would remain hidden for the rest of the exam, but I couldn't forget the parade of nude men being led to the bathroom. I convinced myself that the nurse would make an exception to the normal routine for a woman, especially an attractive one, and that Beth would at least be permitted to do her urine sample in the privacy of the examination room.

Time passed, and I was just starting to have faith in my new theory when the door to Beth's room opened and the nurse emerged, followed by my very naked girlfriend. She was holding the paper drape to her bosom, which covered her front from boobs to mid-thigh, and left her sides and back entirely bare. Fortunately the toilet was right next to the exam room, so she wouldn't be exposed for long; but Beth was now in the waiting room itself, a room filled with fully clothed people, and she was wearing her birthday suit! The nurse held the bathroom door open and Beth scurried inside, mooning the room.

The door was closed behind her but then the nurse, remembering some other duty, cracked it open and instructed Beth: When you're finished Mrs. Harris, leave your specimen on the reception desk and return to your room." She shut the door again quickly, but not before some of us had a brief but shocking view of my girlfriend sitting nakedly on the toilet bowl, the drape propped against the wall.

The indignities keep piling up, I thought; though I don't believe that Beth was aware of this latest peep we had had. And now she would have to walk back to her room unescorted and unclothed. The waiting room had gotten very quiet in anticipation of the coming show. So quiet, in fact, that we could presently hear a soft splashing noise emanating from the bathroom; the very intimate sound of my girlfriend peeing. The sound conjured up the obscene image of piss squirting from between the hairy lips of a woman's cunt; and it contrasted sharply with the dignified appearance Beth had made when she sat demurely in her business suit, only 15 minutes ago.

The sound trickled off, so to speak, followed by a loud flushing noise. The bathroom door opened and Beth strode purposefully to the reception desk, barefoot all over. She held the drape against her chest with one hand, the other hand carefully holding the cup of her steaming urine for all to see. I noticed that my girlfriend 's cheeks were blushing hotly as she avoided the sea of eyes focused on her nudity. As she leaned forward to place the sample on the counter, the drape fell away from her lower body, giving everyone a surprise peek at her dark pubic thatch. Turning quickly, Beth hurried back to the safety of her room; her naked ass cheeks jiggling lewdly.

All doors were now safely shut; and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. As I re-played in my mind the incredibly erotic scenes we had just witnessed, I became aware of a pressing need to adjust my underwear. I had a monster erection. While re-adjusting myself as discretely as possible, I glanced around the room and noticed some of the other men similarly occupied. The thought of all these men's' pricks stiffening as they watched my woman wave her bare fanny at them sent a new thrill through me. I was starting to genuinely enjoy this experience; my shame and embarrassment mixing with a desire to show off my lovely girlfriend. I found myself looking forward to her exposure with a sense of anticipation.

A few minutes passed and the nurse popped out of a room and called in her powerful voice, "Victor, EKG in room 1 ". The small, white-coated man with the pencil-thin moustache emerged from the rear, pushing a cart with the electrocardiogram machine on it. He stopped at in front of Beth's door. The nurse came and, without bothering to knock, opened the door wide to allow him and his cart to enter. Everyone in the room could now look in and see my girlfriend sitting on the examination table in the altogether.

Her hands were at her sides, flat on the table, her smooth legs dangled over the edge of the table, bare feet swinging just above the floor. Beth's big titties, capped by her lovely pink nipples, pointed straight at us like a pair of headlights with their high beams on. All too soon cart, technician and nurse were inside and the door was shut, blocking out this latest vision of naked beauty. In less than a minute the nurse came out, giving us just a second to peek in and see Beth stretched out flat on her back on the table. The drape had been placed across her hips, covering her genitalia from the tech's view. He was busily attaching the leads from the machine to her chest, his eyes free to roam over her bare breasts, so blatantly on display.

Now I had the uncomfortable experience of having to sit helplessly on the wrong side of a door; knowing that just on the other side, hidden from my site, my girlfriend was lying stretched out, mostly naked, in the presence of a male technician. It felt like Beth was being unfaithful to me, showing her body, in private, to another man. I had to sit with this unsettling image in my mind for several minutes while the test was proceeding.

Finally the door opened and Mr. Pencil-moustache began pushing the cumbersome cart through the doorway, past which I could now see Beth sitting up on the table with her legs flat out in front of her. She was using a tissue to wipe the spots of gel off her chest where the leads had been attached, her boobs bouncing with her efforts.

Suddenly the front corner of the cart struck the doorframe, causing the device to turn and jam in the doorway with a noisy clatter. The tech was struggling clumsily to free it when a man sitting near the door leaped to his feet and rushed over to help. This quick thinking opportunist now stood right in the doorway of the exam room, staring inside while shaking the cart to free it. By now Beth had slipped off the table and was standing in front of it, minus her drape. She looked towards the door to see what the commotion was about and was startled to meet the gaze of the Good Samaritan as he ogled her nakedness. She was so unnerved at his blatant leering that she just stood there dumbly, forgetting to cover herself as he feasted his eyes on her uncovered femininity.

Then the cart was free and thru the door, which the technician quickly pulled shut behind him, allowing me to forgive him a little for being alone with my girlfriend a few moments ago. The noble helper returned to his seat, looking very pleased with himself. I glared at him for a while, and then realized how futile it was. I had to resign myself to the fact that my girlfriend 's modesty was, and would continue to be compromised, until her exam was over and she could put her clothes on again.

Finally, Dr. Shiffman himself came walking up to the exam room door and, after giving a polite knock, entered. The brief glimpse I had was of Beth sitting again on the examination table, the paper drape held demurely in front of her, only her bare sides showing. "Hello Elizabeth. How have you been?" I heard the doctor say before the door shut behind him.

I found myself relaxing a little, knowing that now only the doctor was in the room with my Beth. Even though he was fully dressed, including jacket and tie, and she was sitting there without a stitch on; they were doctor and patient, thus making the situation socially acceptable. I was aware of how my perspective had changed since this morning, when the idea of a male doctor seeing my unclothed girlfriend had excited me terribly. Now I was almost relieved that only he could see her; as opposed to a roomful of people and other office personnel.

Soon the blue-clad nurse came down the hall and entered the exam room again for some purpose, exiting a few minutes later; giving 2 more quick peeks to a by now very attentive and appreciative audience. Our first view was of Beth sitting up very straight and very naked, no drape, on the edge of the table. The doctor stood to her side with one hand on her bare shoulder, pressing the stethoscope to her back with his other hand. He listened intently as she breathed deeply in and out, her full mounds rising and falling with each breath. We had a wonderfully clear view of my girlfriend 's bare breasts, capped by her pale, pink areolas and proud reddish nipples.

Even though I have seen Beth's tits countless times; they have never seemed more erotic to me. Having her twin lovelies on display in front of so many males was almost painfully erotic.

View #2, as the nurse exited, was very different but just as exciting. Beth was now stretched out on her back again, Dr. Shiffman standing over her, palpating her abdomen. As he moved his hands lower over her tummy, his thick fingers pressed the white flesh just above her growth of brown pubic hair, sprouting thickly at the bottom of her bare belly. As the door closed again, I quickly glanced around the room, realizing that all these men had just seen my girlfriend 's pubes. I felt like I was sharing my girlfriend 's intimate secrets with the entire world and, to tell the truth, the feeling was mind-blowing.

In a few minutes a new figure entered the office and approached the reception desk. He was a large, chubby man with a round pink face and the overly friendly manner of a salesman. It turned out he was a representative from a pharmaceuticals firm. The receptionist exchanged greetings with him, he was obviously a regular visitor, and then I heard her tell him "We're very busy right now John, but I'll see what I can do". With that she got up, walked over to the door of exam room #1, knocked briefly, and stuck her head in the door. I could not hear what she was saying or the doctor's response, and her body blocked anyone from seeing into the room this time. She then pulled her head back and closed the door behind her, keeping her hand on the doorknob. Turning to the salesman she said "The doctor is too busy today to see you in his office. He is with a patient now, but since you say you only have a few questions for him, you can go in for a few minutes only. Please be brief." With that she opened the door wide and he marched right in. What he saw, however, must have shocked him as much as it did me and all my fellow onlookers.

Beth was bending over the table, her naked rump facing the door. Her long, sturdy legs were spread wide, her upper body resting on her folded arms on the padded exam table. The doctor was grasping one full cheek of her ample behind and pulled it to one side, exposing Beth's puffy, red asshole to our astonished eyes. The last thing we saw as the door slowly closed was Dr. Shiffman sliding his thick, greased finger into my girlfriend 's slowly parting anus, her hairy pudenda also visible between her spread legs.

I sat there stunned, shaking with excitement and mortification. As if it wasn't humiliating enough to have my girlfriend so obscenely exposed to a roomful of men; the sleazy salesman had somehow talked his way into Beth's exam room and was, at this very moment, watching the doctor fingering her brown eye.

The indignity and inappropriateness of it all angered me to the point of getting to my feet to protest to the dumb, blonde receptionist. Then I realized that making a scene might result in another door opening and further exposures. Steaming, I sat back down, trying to imagine the scene inside the exam room.

I couldn't stop myself from conjuring up the most obscene visions. I pictured the salesman lustily watching Beth's distended anal ring tightly gripping Dr. Shiffman's intruding finger. I thought about how my girlfriend 's anus, her most secret spot, was a secret no longer. But the most painful feeling was one of being shut out, knowing that two other men were getting to see Beth's shame and exposure and I wasn't!

A wave of guilt hit me and I realized what a selfish shit I was being. Here was my girlfriend, going thru a long and degrading experience, and all I could think about was my own injured pride and lewd fantasies. She was the one who actually had to endure being naked and vulnerable in front of all these fully clothes people, most of them men. I could only imagine how hard that must be for a woman of Beth's age and modesty.

I could picture her in the room now, huddled up with the skimpy drape clutched tightly to her bare body; trying to hide her nudity from the fat drug salesman, mortified at the thought of how much of her he had already seen.

I could not have been more wrong!

The nurse, who had been out of sight for a while, came out of a back room and up to the front desk, where the receptionist informed her of the salesman's' presence. A look of shock passed over her face and then, bless her, she laced into the air-headed blonde. "You're never to allow anyone except a medical professional into a room while a patient is being examined, NEVER!" "But he is in the medical field", she protested weakly. "He's just a salesman" the nurse shot back as she turned to oust the intruder from the exam room. When she opened the door however, the scene that greeted our eyes was not the one I had visualized.

Dr. Shiffman had his back to the table and was talking to the salesman, who was trying to carry on his part of the conversation while stealing glances over the doctor's shoulder at my naked girlfriend. Instead of being huddled up in shame however, as I had imagined, she was in a very different pose.

My normally reserved girlfriend was sitting buck naked on the padded table, leaning slightly back, supported on her straight arms, hips thrust forward; glaring defiantly at the two clothed men. Her legs were open a little and as I watched, she slowly and deliberately spread them until they were as wide as her sitting position would allow! As her smooth thighs parted, her vagina opened like a pink clam in the center of her dark pubic bush.

The chubby salesman's mouth opened in dumb shock at the sight of Beth's brazen exposure. In a daze myself, I stared in wonder at my glorious girlfriend, naked as God made her, her large breasts hanging free, her vulva openly displayed for whoever cared to look. There was a look of contempt in her eyes as she provocatively challenged the salesman to inspect her nudity.

The nurse broke the erotic spell by quickly hustling the now red-faced and sweating salesman out of the exam room. As she shut the door behind her, we got one last look at Beth's startlingly exposed pudenda, her pink cunt lips glistening within their soft, hairy nest.

As the shaken drug salesman beat a hasty retreat from the office, I could hear my girlfriend quietly but forcefully berating the doctor for permitting the intrusion. Beth's normally quiet demeanor could be deceiving; she was a tiger when given enough provocation. Now I could faintly hear the doctor apologizing, trying to explain that examining a woman is so routine for him, he sometimes forgets the importance of a patient's right to privacy. Soon the doctor exited the room, closing the door so quickly behind him that we only had a brief flash of bare flesh.

I was overcome with a feeling of enormous pride for my girlfriend. She was quite capable of standing up for herself when she felt she was being treated shabbily. She was brave enough to go with the program here and walk in front of the men in the waiting room nearly nude. She was modest but not to the point of timidity. And she was proud enough of her body to be able to flaunt it openly in order to intimidate a leering male.

Despite the evidence to the contrary she had just given everyone in sight, she had balls!

I assumed that now her physical was over, but one more treat was in store for me and my comrades, my 'band of brothers'. I was starting to view the as faithful companions, since they stuck by me in the waiting room even after their own exams were finished. Those accompanied by wives or girlfriends would leave at the appropriate time; but those answering to no man, or woman, would linger indefinitely.

As if to reward them for their patience, here came the nurse again and stuck her head in Beth's door. "We need to get a chest x-ray and then we're done, Elizabeth. You can slip on your shoes if you want, and then I'll take you down the hall". She pulled the door closed for about 10 seconds to give her some privacy, and then opened it again, cheerily inquiring "Ready?"

Beth had one shoe on, and was daintily stepping into the second when the door opened. She was exposed to all in a particularly sexy pose; leaning slightly forward with her leg extended, working her bare foot into her shoe, her twin lovelies hanging down, her teats pointing at the floor.

Then, as the nurse held the door for her, she strode boldly thru it and into the waiting room, wearing only her shoes. She had forgotten her drape!

Apparently the upsetting incident with the salesman, the suddenness of the nurse's instructions, and just growing accustomed to having no clothes on resulted in Beth simply forgetting to cover up before appearing in public.

The result, of course, was that the waiting room crowd was treated to the 'Full Monty'. My 32 year old girlfriend was wearing only her low-heeled black pumps as she paraded naked in front of us, tits wobbling and brown bush shamelessly displayed between her legs. As she turned and headed down the corridor, flashing her bare tushy at the roomful of men, the surprised nurse fell into step beside her.

It was an arresting sight to watch the two women walk down the hall side by side; the one naked except for her shoes, her buttocks wagging obscenely with each step; the other fully dressed in blue scrubs and sneakers, her attire highlighting the nudity of her companion.

They were halfway down the corridor when Beth suddenly stopped, her knees came together, and her ass cheeks clenched tight. She had just realized that she was totally bare. She leaned over and whispered hurriedly to the nurse, who must have said something like "we're almost there". Then they continued walking, Beth a little more hesitantly, crossing her arms in front of her chest to both hide and support her bouncing boobs, now acutely aware of her exposed state.

When they reached the x-ray cubicle at the end of the hallway the technician stepped out to meet them. Standing in front of the two women, his eyes widened at the sight of Beth wearing only her shoes, arms crossed over her full titties, her belly and muff open to his gaze. After feasting his eyes on her for a moment, he ushered her into the cubicle and had her stand facing the machine. This gave those of us in the waiting room that could see down the hall a side view of her. She was made to stand erect in her heels and press her big breasts against the x-ray plate. Her hands were placed on her bare hips and she hunched her shoulders forward for her pictures. The tech then pulled a heavy curtain across the opening, hiding her from view.

The x-ray was quickly taken, the curtain flung back, and the nurse immediately covered my unclad girlfriend with a new drape. After whispering some instructions, the nurse left for other business, leaving Beth to return to her exam room unescorted.

Beth now walked alone down the corridor towards her waiting audience. She looked for all the world like a fashion model strutting down the runway. Her shoes clicked elegantly on the tiled floor as the white drape, complimenting her bare legs and shoulders, seemed like some daring new fashion. As she swung past the crowd in the waiting room and reached for the doorknob, one corner of the drape dropped down, exposing one beautiful breast and nipple.

Like some half-clad figure from Greek mythology, Beth marched through the doorway. With a final shake of her bare fanny, she was in the room, the door swinging shut behind her.

When I started to emerge from the erotic trance I was in, I became aware of two things. First, that the erection I had sported for the better part of the last hour was showing no signs of weakening; and second, that I was happy as only a man whose fantasies had come true could be. Watching my lovely girlfriend parading around naked in public and being seen by other men filled me with feelings of excitement, lust, embarrassment, pride, humiliation and satisfaction. I was experiencing the richness of life; with its' endless wealth of conflicting emotions!

As I sat there musing, my eyes never left the door of Beth's exam room, imagining her behind it and waiting for her next display, which I had now come to expect on a regular basis. Minutes passed, and I began to realize that the show, I mean the exam, might finally be at an end. Sure enough, with a click of the latch the door opened and my girlfriend emerged, fully clothed. It was sort of a shock to see her with her clothes on, as we had gotten used to seeing her in the nude.

She strode across the waiting room with a smile and reclaimed her seat next to me. I gave her a wink and we sat there together, husband and girlfriend, as if nothing unusual had happened. I looked down at my girlfriend 's bare ankles, between her black shoes and the neatly tailored hem of her gray slacks, and the strangeness of the last hour washed over me again. I marveled at how just minutes ago, those same attractive shoes were all that she had on.

Sitting there, I became aware of the appreciative glances Beth was getting from some of the other men and women in the room. I supposed that many of the men were thinking about how they now "knew" her, having seen her most private parts. Perhaps they were just struck, as was I, by the amazing contrast between a woman's body clothed and nude. Whatever their thoughts, I was certain that they would never forget this day; and would always have the image of my naked Beth, to conjure up and do with as they pleased.

I suppose I couldn't begrudge them their memories; after all, I got to go home with the star of the show!

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